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SEVEN
BRAND ME FROM THE INSIDE OUT
BRIGHTON
Istand in my oversized shower.
This old house has been a work in progress. Mostly, it’s just in progress with very little work. It has good bones, and the property it sits on is worth the investment it will take to get it up to speed. A three-acre tract is private and tree-lined. The old white farmhouse has a wide wrap-around porch and country charm.
I gutted the master suite before I moved in. The bathroom was the priority. I needed a decent shower and place to get ready. I spend too much time around animal gunk, fluids, and feces to not have a fabulous shower when I get home.
Multiple heads greet me as steam fills the room. Jade green herringbone tiles line the floor of the bright white bathroom. I love this room. There’s something primal here—a basic function in the least basic way.
Few things about me are bougie, but this shower definitely is. My hair and body products are too. I can handle dust, dirt and mud. I can handle shit, blood, and open wounds. I live in denim and boots, and my hands are rougher than most women I know.
But my hair is lush, and my skin is pampered.
I turn off the overhead rain nozzle and keep the jets massaging my back as I rub a conditioning mask through my hair, massaging it into my scalp. When I turn to face the nozzles, knowing the jets will hit my sensitive nipples, I see Eli, standing in the open doorway, leaning on the jamb.
“What the fuck, Elias?” My hands fly up to cover myself.
“I missed you and wanted to see you. Didn’t expect it to be like this, though.” He gestures to the shower, but his eyes roam from my face to my feet and back again, with a long pause at my breasts.
“And you’ve decided you can let yourself in anytime you want?”
“I decided to make sure you were okay when you didn’t answer the door.”
“I’m fine. You can go.”
“I’d rather come.” He waggles his brows and loosens the tie around his neck. “Mind if I join you?”
“What kind of line is that?” My voice is rising.
“It’s not a line. Seeing you here, thinking about your face as I made you come. Remembering your body in the throes of pleasure. Just shooting my shot.” He yanks his tie free, undoing the top button of his shirt and takes two steps into the bathroom. “Was it good for you, Brighton?”
I uncover myself and embrace a boldness I’ve never had with a man. “It was fine.”
He says nothing, but his eyes go wide, and he unbuttons his cuffs.
“Fine? Oh, I did it all wrong then. I should try again and make sure it isn’t fine.”
I shrug, turning into the sprayers and rubbing the soap from my body.
He shucks his pants and boxers and stalks to the shower, fire in his eyes. Just like last time, he falls on my mouth, tugging my wet body flush to his. His arms wind tight at my lower back, and I arch around them.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he says as he kisses his way down to my ear, one hand sliding to grab my ass.
“Eli.” It comes out as a moan though I never intended it that way as his mouth takes a nipple and sucks me deep. I reach for him, pulling him tighter, sliding our bodies closer. Without my permission, my leg lifts to wrap around his thigh.
“You drive me fucking crazy, Bright.” He nips before laving and sucking my other breast.
My nipples pucker, and wetness forms between my legs… and not from the shower.
My clit throbs and desire pools low in my belly. The need to come is so strong I snake a hand between us to my center, hoping to relieve the building pressure deep in my core and the throbbing between my legs.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” He pulls both my hands into his big palm above my ass and uses his thumb to draw circles just above the cleft of my ass.
I wish I could stop my hips from undulating under his touch. I so wish I could quell the rising tide in me that needs to explode.
